a subjective experience
you're the only one who understands me

The blood in my skin
struggles to come to peace.
The sputtering engine
suturing the seams to my sins.

Like a seal manifest,
each ***** a ***** to keep it in.
I become the canvas to my sins,
the demons badgering me
my blood as offering.

Do as you might I said in respite
from suffering.
His craft summons
my body's mortal
bore a portal
to thee underneath

It is done, five dollars please.
That is a snark price to pay for my sins.
Thank you, I welcome thee.

When you restrict someone of it
Die solemnly
Am I the only one in this world who doesn't change?
Yet I've broken my vows, tainted my virtues with hypocrisy justifying my sanity to keep things moving.

But I face death each day a time bomb ticking away I am no longer running but digging a mine.

That which is my obstinate nature has brought great things and prevented the end of worlds my dream is shielded by my one sole belief - to make money.

At the risk of everything. Dehumanizing. Or perhaps that was I from the beginning. I never could do it like the others. What is the difference between you and me. I'm an ox who keeps running into failure and makes a success out of it a budding sprout turned tree from the beige cracks of the obsolete.

Me, just me alone. The obstinate has no enemies. For he is the only one true to his purpose, true to his dream. And there can only be one because of this.

Allies become deadweight drudged through the barren lands with him. Against his will they protest.

The obstinate carries it all with him. He alone weighs the burden caused by his dream.

For naught I've sought for eternity
A desert that could fill me belly
I feed them a piece of me,
I see, I preach
They see, they bleach
The more I reach, the more they *****

The joy of the eternal chase
Lies not in what you seek,
But the chase itself,
A masterpiece.
The circle of desire commands
What can be.
Unfathomable joy ends
The moment you saw me.

Dripping away
At my flesh

The women
in my life
Narcissists
fill me
like an empty she-hell

We are creatures of circumstance
Cursed eternally to never enjoy
What we have

I hear the night's scream
I feel my mind bleam
With words unforeseen

My thoughts are empty like these starless nights
Who will be here to reignite
My passion my hopes, my all that I gave.

I wallow in my broken dreams
Let poems be my lone relief.
Tis' but a living dream,
I dare not sleep

On my broken heart
of shards of glass that pierce
the stars

Each day I lie wake
Let the night give truth and dissipate
The feelings I have when I'm asleep
Will haunt me no longer in my wake

hope shines bright within the morning night
the push and pull of tides
never progressing
thunder storms
destructing
and we're stuck at the same place
amid the sea of sorrows

**** going with the flow
We set goals to achieve them
No swimming in the ocean
We're on a yacht to conquer

it's funny how you think
when it's the only reason why I'm staying with you

your egocentric worldview defines
extreme impulses intoxicated by social media

a child artist painting brush strokes to craft your perfect _ - what is?

sacrifice that a child expects from her parents;

you've formed me to become
I _ you more than I _ myself

what about mine needs? as a parent does nothing excpecpt a child to return his love.